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A Visual Stream Of Consciousness

This is where they dream...

...dreams of poisoned corn

...dreams of cats and crossroads


...dreams of elevators and fame

Nowhere

“No wind is of service to him that is bound for nowhere.”

She knew where he'd be, but not when

Until, without a sound, she heard his call


When they embraced she felt them slowly fall


And the only thought she had was not to think at all